Light sneaks in through the closed blinds
A taste of what comes later
My eyes were already open
Night demons had me up since four
My head heavy on pillow
Heart heavier in chest
What will today bring
Change
Growth
Nothing
It’s always nothing
Nothing in truckloads
Truckloads of nothing
A lot of nothing
That’s what I’m made of
Nothing and air and water
And blood
Theres always blood
But it’s nothing
King Nothing
Without a crown
Get out of bed
What’s the point
Face the day
What’s the point
Try to look forward to the future
A whisper in my ear
(In my mind)
Sharp memory of the past
It never lets me forget
A taste of what comes later
Shower hits me hard
Cold and hard
My eyes were already open
A taste of what comes later
And so another day starts
It ends the same way
And I have to ask
Is this all there is